[ point. kaveh's head cants in the form of graceful acquiescence. it's the sort of nuance that a haravatat would appreciate, the kind of gap between words that split them from phoneme to etymon, teasing out the fragments of mirror shards that make up its meaning. but for a kshahrewar, who deals in stone and lumber and paint mixing ratios, a ledger is a ledger whether dyed in red or black.

alhaitham already knows the unsaid. kaveh breathes out. ]

Well, if Dori shows up on the next train, it'll be a different sort of debt. [ though the lack of currency means that there's a void to be filled. economic measures may value other things in a world where resources seems to replenish. but they don't know if it will all replenish. in that uncertainty, value can be created, and kaveh knows how easy it is to exploit it. ] Honestly, the first thing I did when I realised where I was, or rather - where I wasn't - and who was or wasn't here, I found a park and laid in the grass. Perhaps my shoulders felt a bit lighter. Nobody here knows who I am, yet, either.